I stood quietly in the doorway this morning watching my two big pups race around the yard in a mad dash, circling the garden, past the big hackberry tree, around some shrubs, leaping over a low pile of stones, across the patio, around and around, the new catahoula occasionally snapping at the flanks in her pursuit of the pitbull. They had a great time, and when they saw me, they came padding up to the door, tongues lolling, tails wagging. This joy of the race never would have happened if there weren't two dogs together. I would see the pit do occasional short bursts when she was by herself, but this was a good all-out dog romp. Good thing we have a big back yard.

SRS